My Escapade..

His Moon

She's the brightest flower of the garden
He's the strongest bark there is
And their roots, fragile and secure
United for an eternity

She's the colour of the rainbow
And he's the father of the sky
And his rays, his greatest pride
Caress her precious beauty.

She's the pen, full of ink
Worth a thousand emotions
And he's her quill,
bearing her sorrows with strength

He's the sky,
With its bright and dim
And its only ornament
The Moon